Chapter Four
Norway woke the next morning and stretched. Feeling very rested and awake. A little sore, but overall very good. He looked over to where Iceland should have been laying but he wasn't there. He slapped Denmark's chest, waking him suddenly.
"Hmm?" Denmark hummed, rubbing his eyes.
"Iceland's gone." Norway stated and crawled out of bed, grabbing some pants and pulling them on before checking the bathroom and guest room. He came back in. "His stuff is gone too…" He said.
"I wonder what happened?" Denmark asked, going to the window as if he would see Iceland running away outside.
"I'm gonna go call him." Norway stated and began to walk away, Denmark caught him.
"Wait. It's still only eight. If he went home then he may be resting. Let's take a shower and have some breakfast first. We'll definitely call him then." Denmark said.
Norway didn't want to admit it, but he was right. So Norway let himself be led to the bathroom to take a shower.
Iceland had gotten home and took a shower and was now curled underneath a mountain of blankets in his den, still completely naked from his shower. He was depressed beyond belief as he sat there.
Mr. Puffin had tried to help him fell better but nothing worked. He had tried cuddling with him, he had trying to play, he even went to kitchen and grabbed a sack of cookies and brought to him! He even managed to make it upstairs, open his closet door, and grab some pants to take to him and went back for a shirt. But Iceland just wasn't cheering up. So he finally just got underneath the covers and cuddled up to his master, hoping that he would cheer up soon.
A few hours later the phone rang. Iceland stayed where he was, not wanting to move. Or talk to anyone. The answering machine picked up and the person aft a message.
"Hey. It's Denmark. How are you Icey? Norge and I were worried when we woke up and you weren't there. Still worried. We just want to make sure you're okay. Please give us a call back. We'd like to talk to you. Bye." Denmark hung up, sounding oddly grown-up and professional on the phone for once.
Iceland never moved. A few hours later he got another call. This time Norway.
"Hey. It's me. We still haven't heard from you. I know you're there Island. Please pick up the phone. We'd really like to talk to you. Are you okay? You're not hurt are you? Please up the phone so I can stop worrying." there was a silence. "Okay… I guess we'll just try again later. We aren't gonna give up until you talk to us." and then he hung up.
It was dark outside before he got another call.
"Iceland! Pick up the phone!" Denmark pleaded.
"Ugh. Shut up already. Please answer. We wanna know what's wrong." Norway said.
"We wanted to tell you that-"
"You're Voicemail machine is now full. If you'd like to listen to other messages you will receive, please delete some now."
Iceland sighed. He would deal with it later. He stood up, wrapped the blanket around him, went to the kitchen and fed Mr. Puffin before going upstairs to bed. With Mr. Puffin following soon after.